Homeless after getting out of jail, I moved to a hidden cave… That’s when it all began…
The footsteps stopped just outside. They were not the clumsy steps of someone who was lost. They were slow. Cautious. As if the person on the other end knew exactly where the darkness ended and my fear began. I clutched the box to my chest and lay motionless, kneeling on the damp earth, my heart…
